Preserving falsity

This morning's news flash screamed out a horrid incident that took place in the Narsinghpur district of Madhya Pradesh. Two dalit girls were stripped during an inspection for cheating in the class X board exams. More than 40 boys witnessed the humiliation imposed on the two girls by two female invigilators. Further, nothing was on the girls to prove the charge of cheating.

I stumbled upon this news through Facebook where a couple of my friends had posted it on their walls. The first bout of anger immediately tempted me to hit the 'share' button. I almost did it when I remembered that my contact list comprises of plenty of friends who are not Indians. What would they think of our country? Okay, I am upset over this but what would advertising of this horror achieve? Some more infamy for India? I let the mouse cursor wander elsewhere.

I am so ashamed of myself for having done this. While at a certain level I can understand the path my thought process followed, I do not agree with it. Unnecessary rationalizations. Cowardness! False pride! Shame and anger cannot and must not be selective.

This morning the auto rickshaw I was in had a rather bad accident. It clearly could have been worse since I am sitting here and writing a blog about it. Guess I was plain lucky. Even before the shock of it was through, the thought that struck my mind was - I am going to be late for work! The shock of this thought is longer lasting and worse than that of the accident itself.

Things need to be brought back into perspective.